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Chapter 2: pigstep

In a small house, in the middle of the city. Lived a single mother with a foster kid.

The mother wasn't always alone. She had a husband before, and they loved each other dearly.

She and her husband had always wanted a kid. And the wife wanted specifically a daughter. But instead, she got this boy.

Her ex husband had adopted him in the family, and the mother being absolutely furious when she saw him.

She hated how her precious little daughter was not a girl. She got into a big argument with her husband, but they stayed together for a little while longer.

More correctly, he stayed for their son.

But eventually he couldn't stand his wife, so they got a divorce. And as sad as this book is, the husband did 𝘯𝘰𝘵 take the kid with him.

The kid had short hair, short brown hair.
But the mother wouldn't accept that.

She wanted a daughter, dressing feminine and liking the color pink. But she also wanted her beautiful daughter to break the norm a little bit.
And she'd do 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 to get that.

So she refused to cut his hair until it was to his waist, she later on dyed it pink.
The only good moments in this small family where when she'd sit and brush his hair.

They'd sitting in quietness in the soft sofa. The tv making noises about some news. The woman would brush his hair gently. Humming some small tunes.
And some times, when it was winter, the fire would be in the room too. Glowing and dancing with their flames.

But there was a problem left. The mother desperately wanted her 'daughter' to also learn how to fight.
Why you may ask?

We will never know.

But she would do it. She knew she could. And her beautiful little 'daughter' had no rights in refusing. So she trained him herself.
Twice a week, she'd beat the poor kid up until he passed out. Saying it was a training lesson.

They continued until he actually won.
But even if he won, he didn't get peace.

The mother got so happy at his new found abilities.
So she sent him to a training camp, that soon got the name arena.

The arena was a place for people to get sent to and then fight against each other. Physically.

But to get someone in the arena you have to break your own custody over the person unless you are a employee working there.

The people that works there (and the people that have enough money to get a fighter to fight them some money) has fully control over the person who is in the arena.

And for the poor boy, he started up with some man who only wanted money. The arena trips where fairly often and the healing sucked.

If the pinkette did one, one single mess up. He got punished.
Not some easy punishment, oh no.
More of a punishment that goes physical. For example, no food, lashes, beatings, you get it.

Seems like a pretty awful life doesn't it? Well let's hop into his point of view.
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I was being led out from yet another fight. The swords and armor taken away from me the second i had won.

My hands was chained, making cling noises as i walked. Breaking the uncomfortable silence. Even if it did, the noises wasn't pleasant at all.

The cuffs that was connected to the chains was digging into my skin. I hurt, of course it did. You expect to have cuffs and find it 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨?